Saturday, November 29, 2014

The Day After

Empty streets of a cold clear morning, vertigo of jaywalking, I pause on the middle stripe where I can see for half a dozen carless blocks in either direction. I think about zombie movies, and daydream about being the only person left in Brooklyn to wander the earth.

On the subway, a young man and woman lean together, exhausted, sleeping. He's reached up to cradle her cheek in his hand, and she nuzzles her face into his long, elegant brown fingers.

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